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Chapter 1 Frustration

Bella

I spent the night in the mansion that mum and dad bought for me as a gift for our wedding with Stalin. If someone would have told me that this man would become a douche bag after getting married to him I might have probably insulted the person. Everyone around me asked me a thousand times if I was sure about him and almost got mad at them for it. We've been married for two years yet it's like we've had tons of issues as if we've been married for years.

I know you are probably wondering why I married him. Here's what happened, so around 3 years ago i was 26 years old and I actually thought i was too old to not even have a boyfriend until Stalin approached me. After 3 months of dating he proposed to me and like the good girl I was,I said yes. We got married 3 months later. I was so happy but not long after the wedding he started acting strange which made suspicious and I followed him one day and saw him with a Young girl who looked too young in my opinion. He didn't know that that hotel is owned my best friend's dad Dell so the staff there knew me. The staff told me that he had even booked a room. I know you probably think that it's so stupid of me to not confront him but I didn't wanna do that I just went home and cried my eyes out. It went on and on until now but since then I didn't allow him to touch me let alone kiss me.

He brings his side chicks in this house and sleeps with them in the bedroom which was meant to be for us. The stench of those bitches still lingers in the house I actually had to sleep in the guest room last night and I'm actually regretting coming here. It doesn't matter whether I'm still in love with him or not but his actions hurt so much. Every time he causes a scandal I'm the one who cleans the shit up. He just won't divorce me all he wants to do is to assault me when he's drunk luckily my driver is a trained bodyguard who always arrives each time before disaster. He always say that I must have slept with my chauffeur and that's why he always protects me. He thinks every man is like him. He doesn't know that Luke is married and loves his wife so much. I cry each time he attempts to rape me but lately I haven't seen him which is a relief. I try to contain myself because I might kill him and I'm avoiding jail at all costs.

I woke up at 7 am. It's a beautiful morning with the sun peeking through the window. I get out of bed, do some yoga and go take a shower since I can't quite stomach something in this house. I brush my hair and hold it in place with a claw clip. I hate doing make up so all I do is my skin care routine. I wear a white turtleneck and a black A-line skirt with a bib that's just above my knees and a pair of black heels and finally wear my glasses. I know I look nice.

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